The wind felt just like a touch to her, and it was hard to push aside, though Iris did her best. It was enough seeing his face, seeing those familiar blue eyes looking at her. Looking into her. She didn’t need to be reminded of anything more, like his touch, like how he felt against her.
She had fallen for him, hard, ages ago, and she couldn’t understand how he was still able to make her feel the way he did then. It wasn’t fair.
Iris took a step back and gave him room to come inside, at the same time moving out of the path of the wind. Every spring, each breeze made her think of him. Every flurry of scattered petals and every flare of her skirt in the wind brought him to mind.
Spring was hard.
“Zephyrus.“ Iris only just managed to keep the sigh out of her voice.